Warm

The wind blows my hair as the ice in the air stings my nose

My sweater I sold before meeting the cold in land so bare

In such a short time I'd spent my last dime and scattered my gold

Now I look around from the sky to the ground wasting time  

In the distance a home waits inviting and warm without sound

I start to tire as I imagine a fire not a storm

I don't belong and it would be wrong to aspire

I left that life with a stab from a knife and so long

If I could return with the lessons I've learned and leave strife

Oh what I'd give if only I could live out that turn

It would be quite a walk but I know once we talk they'll forgive 

Could I repair what I've done? would I dare on that door to knock?  

They'll take me back I know but to make myself go after I did err

I feel so unclean and I know they have seen me cause woe

I want to grow and become something more than I've been

I cannot hide from myself so I swallow my pride and go home